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This is the last chapter of the mass release
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Chapter 89: The Jashin Cult (3)
The question echoed in the sudden silence of the camp.
The three cultists stared at Naruto. They were genuinely disturbed. The Jashin ritual was an absolute secret. They operated in the shadows and left absolutely zero survivors. Every single person who witnessed their true power died screaming in a puddle of their own blood. The mechanics of the damage transfer and the blood ingestion were closely guarded secrets known only to the ordained priests of their god.
Yet, a small blond boy had just explained their deepest, darkest technique with perfect accuracy. It was impossible.
"Who are you?" the young man demanded again.
Naruto completely ignored the question. He tightened his grip on the hilt of his Kanto blade. He stepped over the edge of the wooden cart and dropped lightly onto the rocky ground. He stood a few feet away from the young man, his posture perfectly relaxed.
The young man glared at Naruto with pure hatred. He raised his arms in front of his chest. He grabbed his own left hand with his right hand. He pulled violently. A sickening sound of tearing flesh and popping joints echoed clearly. He ripped his hand and forearm away like a loose leather scabbard.
A long, rusted iron blade extended directly from his elbow joint. The metal was stained dark brown with old blood. He repeated the brutal process with his right arm, tossing the discarded flesh onto the dirt. He now had two wicked swords permanently attached to his arms.
He let out a feral roar and charged directly at Naruto.
The cultist swung his right blade in a wide, decapitating arc aimed straight at Naruto's neck. Naruto did not flinch. He raised his Kanto blade with a fluid, minimal movement. The metals clashed with a deafening ring. Bright sparks showered the dark ground.
Naruto parried the follow-up strike from the left blade by simply rotating his wrist. He deflected the heavy attacks effortlessly. The cultist was fast and aggressive, but Naruto possessed vastly superior strength and reaction speed. He stood his ground perfectly, not taking a single step backward.
Behind them, a truly horrific scene unfolded inside the blood-soaked cart.
The two headless bodies of the girls twitched violently. They stood up on shaky legs. They blindly reached down to the floorboards. Their fingers felt around the wet wood until they found their severed heads. They picked them up by the hair.
With their free hands, the headless bodies drew sharp daggers from their belts. They turned to face each other. Without a second of hesitation, the older girl plunged her dagger directly into the youngest girl's chest. The youngest girl simultaneously drove her blade into her sister's stomach.
They twisted the daggers brutally, drawing a massive amount of fresh, dark blood. It was a required sacrifice of pain to activate their dark gifts.
They immediately slammed their severed heads back onto their bloody neck stumps. The healing process was instant and terrifying. Veins, muscle fibers, and torn flesh rapidly knitted together like a swarm of moving worms. Within three seconds, the fatal wounds were completely gone. A thin, red line across their throats was the only proof they had ever been decapitated.
They pulled the daggers out of each other's bodies. They leaped over the side of the wooden wagon and landed softly on the ground near Itachi.
The older girl grinned maliciously. She swung her bloody dagger in a sharp arc. A spray of thick blood droplets launched through the air directly at the Uchiha.
Itachi activated his Sharingan instantly. His eyes bled into a deep crimson with spinning tomoe. The world around him slowed down. He saw dense, volatile chakra infused within the flying drops of blood. He dropped to the ground, rolling gracefully beneath the deadly spray.
The blood droplets hit the rocky earth exactly where Itachi had been standing. They exploded violently upon impact. The blast shattered the rocks and created a small crater, kicking up a cloud of thick dust.
The sisters laughed loudly. They raised their daggers and sliced deep into their own palms. Their dark blood flowed out rapidly, but it did not hit the ground. It defied gravity entirely. The liquid hardened instantly, forming long, jagged whips made of solid blood.
They lunged at Itachi. They swung the solid blood weapons with incredible speed. The whips cracked through the air, tearing deep gashes into the dirt.
Itachi evaded the strikes with perfect footwork. He bounded backward, creating distance. He rapidly wove hand signs. Snake, Ram, Monkey, Boar, Horse, Tiger.
"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique,"Itachi announced calmly.
He exhaled a massive, roaring sphere of intense flames. The incredible heat lit up the entire forest, turning the dark night into bright orange day. The fireball rushed forward, threatening to incinerate the two sisters completely.
They did not panic. They moved with terrifying agility: They leaped high into the air, completely clearing the massive blast of fire. The fireball crashed into a cluster of boulders behind them, scorching the stone black.
The youngest girl snapped her blood whip while she was airborne. The tip of the whip broke off, forming a tight cluster of sharp, explosive blood needles. She changed targets instantly. She threw the needles directly at Naruto's blind spot while he was busy fighting the young man.
Naruto did not even turn his head. He ducked smoothly under a heavy cross-slash from the young man's arm blades. The explosive blood needles flew right over his blond hair and detonated harmlessly against the wooden wheels of the cart.
Naruto deflected another furious strike from the young man. The cultist was panting heavily, sweat pouring down his pale face. He was throwing all of his weight into every attack. Naruto was not struggling at all. His breathing was perfectly even. He was simply analyzing the enemy's attack patterns and waiting for an opening.
Naruto shifted his focus slightly. He watched the older sister land on the ground near Itachi. She raised her hand, preparing to shape a massive spear out of her blood to impale the Uchiha.
Naruto moved his left hand smoothly to his ninja pouch. He pulled out a standard metal shuriken. He channeled his wind affinity directly into the cold metal. The shuriken began to hum rapidly, glowing with a sharp, invisible edge of cutting wind chakra.
He threw it effortlessly across the battlefield.
The wind-infused shuriken vanished from sight. It traveled much faster than a normal projectile. It cut through the air with a high-pitched screech.
The older girl took a step forward to attack Itachi. The wind shuriken sliced straight through her torso before she could even blink. The heavily compressed wind chakra cut cleanly through her flesh, spine, and organs with zero resistance.
Her upper body separated completely from her lower half. Her legs remained standing perfectly still for a brief second. Then, her torso slid off her waist and hit the dirt with a heavy thud. A massive pool of blood rapidly expanded around her bisected body.
The young man stopped his relentless assault. The youngest girl froze in place.
They stared at the bisected body in absolute shock. They looked at Naruto holding his sword. They looked at Itachi with his glowing red eyes. The horrific reality of their situation finally set in. These were not ordinary children. They were not simple, weak escorts hired by a desperate official. They possessed lethal precision, extreme speed, and powerful elemental jutsu.
The cultists were genuinely surprised by the sheer, overwhelming skill of their targets. They had vastly underestimated the danger.
The young man gritted his teeth. He raised his arm blades, preparing to launch a desperate, suicidal charge at Naruto.
The ground beneath their feet suddenly began to tremble.
The sound of heavy boots marching on the rocky terrain echoed loudly from all directions. The thick bushes surrounding the camp rustled violently. Torches flared to life deep within the dark tree line, casting long, flickering shadows over the blood-stained battlefield.
Dozens of heavily armed men poured out of the forest. They carried massive battleaxes, rusted broadswords, and heavy iron maces. The mercenaries had arrived. They rapidly formed a tight, unbreakable circle around the cart, completely trapping Naruto, Itachi, and the hidden client inside the Wood Dome.
More figures stepped out from the trees behind the wall of mercenaries. They wore dark, heavy cloaks. Silver pendants shaped like triangles inside rings gleamed in the torchlight. The High Priest and his followers had reached the signal.
The true battle was just beginning...
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